
As seen on: Ashley Iaconetti
This is a fitted moto in real leather — supple hand, hardware that clicks rather than rattles, the kind of zip pull that has weight to it. Ashley wore hers into Salt Lake’s orbit like a woman who knew exactly which scene was about to detonate, and frankly, after the Greece trip from hell, who could blame her for armoring up. A good leather jacket is a posture correction. It says: I will be listening, I will be remembering, and I will not be the one crying in the van. (Bethenny wore worse to worse occasions.)
Permission granted, with enthusiasm. Pair with jeans, a slip dress, or a grudge — all three read correctly. Into the Vault →
